08-25-2020, 08:26 AM
THE TELLTALE HEART
I never learned to trust a love song
[size=9px]( cream tabby ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
It was not because the words were trite[/SIZE]
[size=9px]( cream tabby ; two months ; typhoon minnow )
It was not because the words were trite[/SIZE]
( If you ever need me all you must do is wish upon a star and I'll be there )
Silent the part, across pale surface formation a slow and deliberate action, crown that which pressed into thinned lips as departure was marked by the tight closure of teeth, agony worn against soft planes. Return imminent, a promise once spoken with the grandeur accompanying staged conviction. Yet she had not done so, behind left the child for an unknown that which may beyond rusted tracks.
Pirate.
Certain connotations behind such, among dust lined tomes mention marred by the bite of venom, despised for the very concept at core. Beast of a different nature those present upon secluded archipelago, however, if some sense of truth may be derived from shared tales surrounding various exploits. Alone staged her exploration, quelled the gathered fear tainting quickened patter, a heavy spool that settled about chest until each breath had become hellfire.
( I promise this is nearly over, just stay here and wait for mama )
Shallow the grooves cut into loose assemblance of soil, among the grit of dislodged grains an unpleasant sensation their own, unsteady the legs they teetered upon. Too long had they lingered, dormant watcher split between the darkening scape as day broke and that before, inscrutable bridge spanning disquieted depths, futile each sweep as forth climbed shallow peaks. Choice taken, the aftermath all they may reach for.
Always most difficult the first, against splintered boards, soft in manner unexpected for it seemed a sponge greedy in drinking the brine that lapped underside, pressing hesitant step. Best not to look back, discard what is behind. Yet over shoulder did skirt vision, momentary the thought of doing as had been bid, yet exhilaration was a weight unspooling in the cavity of their chest all too quickly for such. Onward pressed, progress a slow and tentative affair for all the bravado that seeped into porous bones, concentration tracing the delicate shape of a frown.
A single misstep, momentary lapse in attention all that is necessary.
Splinters and rust, unforgiving in ways unique. Fine cascade the hairs plucked from that caught, wrong twist enough to chafe skin, gritted teeth barely stifling the broken whimpers. There is no safety here where the ground groans with each movement, braced chin even as futile efforts to free themself are continuously staged. She would be back any moment, assistance would be present and they may indulge in the simple comfort her proximity offered. A dull, dejected hope but one that assisted in some manner, this way and that tiny body twisting as though it would simply be correct positioning that may release trapped limb.
[member=1149]Diya F.M.[/member]
Silent the part, across pale surface formation a slow and deliberate action, crown that which pressed into thinned lips as departure was marked by the tight closure of teeth, agony worn against soft planes. Return imminent, a promise once spoken with the grandeur accompanying staged conviction. Yet she had not done so, behind left the child for an unknown that which may beyond rusted tracks.
Pirate.
Certain connotations behind such, among dust lined tomes mention marred by the bite of venom, despised for the very concept at core. Beast of a different nature those present upon secluded archipelago, however, if some sense of truth may be derived from shared tales surrounding various exploits. Alone staged her exploration, quelled the gathered fear tainting quickened patter, a heavy spool that settled about chest until each breath had become hellfire.
( I promise this is nearly over, just stay here and wait for mama )
Shallow the grooves cut into loose assemblance of soil, among the grit of dislodged grains an unpleasant sensation their own, unsteady the legs they teetered upon. Too long had they lingered, dormant watcher split between the darkening scape as day broke and that before, inscrutable bridge spanning disquieted depths, futile each sweep as forth climbed shallow peaks. Choice taken, the aftermath all they may reach for.
Always most difficult the first, against splintered boards, soft in manner unexpected for it seemed a sponge greedy in drinking the brine that lapped underside, pressing hesitant step. Best not to look back, discard what is behind. Yet over shoulder did skirt vision, momentary the thought of doing as had been bid, yet exhilaration was a weight unspooling in the cavity of their chest all too quickly for such. Onward pressed, progress a slow and tentative affair for all the bravado that seeped into porous bones, concentration tracing the delicate shape of a frown.
A single misstep, momentary lapse in attention all that is necessary.
Splinters and rust, unforgiving in ways unique. Fine cascade the hairs plucked from that caught, wrong twist enough to chafe skin, gritted teeth barely stifling the broken whimpers. There is no safety here where the ground groans with each movement, braced chin even as futile efforts to free themself are continuously staged. She would be back any moment, assistance would be present and they may indulge in the simple comfort her proximity offered. A dull, dejected hope but one that assisted in some manner, this way and that tiny body twisting as though it would simply be correct positioning that may release trapped limb.
[member=1149]Diya F.M.[/member]
code by Reggan
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( cream van tabby ❖ three months ❖ minnow ❖ tags )
( cream van tabby ❖ three months ❖ minnow ❖ tags )